Under Her Skirt: European Vacation
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Fa/Fa, Consensual, Lesbian, Heterosexual, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Hairy,
Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Angela left unannounced for Europe 18 months ago, immediately after her private erotic photoshoot with Kevin. (see my story on this site,Under Her Skirt). Kevin hasn't been the same since. He has become a serious student of photography, won a contest and is contemplating making it his new profession. He has taken a trip to Italy to see what its like to be a freelance photographer. He has a great eye for landscapes, buildings and the ladies, especially one in particular.
It's been 18 months since Angela let me photograph her at the office and then vanished to Europe. She was a married woman, so logic told me that it was the best thing that could have happened to me. Still, my dick ached for her and so did a piece of my heart.
The good thing that resulted from our encounter was that I became serious about photography. I took an adult school class and used my spare time to hone my skills. I'm getting pretty good, if I do say so myself. When somebody else said I'm pretty good, that changed my whole outlook.
Last December I entered an on-line photo contest called Christmas in the Country. I don't live far from a rural area, so I spent a weekend shooting farm houses, quaint town squares, and private homes. You were only allowed one entry and I chose a town square with its Christmas tree aglow taken at dusk. The prize was only $100, but I got to write a short bio and give my email address. Since then I've had six paying jobs and I'm considering leaving the financial world behind. As the saying goes, 'If you want to be happy in life, find out what you really like to do, then get someone to pay you to do it.' That's where I am right now. I'm only 28 years old, so what have I got to lose.
I'm sitting at an outdoor café on a gorgeous late afternoon in June, watching the tourists take pictures and walk up and down the Spanish Steps in Rome. I took some photos at sunrise and if the light is what I want, I'll take some more at sunset. This is my first of four weeks in Italy. I saved my vacation from last year and combined it with this year's. I want a taste of the life of a photographer; travel around the world, spend time getting great shots, not just a lot of shots. Next week I'm off to Pompeii and Naples, and then back to Rome to shoot the Vatican. My last week I'll be in Florence.
In addition to the scenery, I'm always on the lookout for hot women. I seem to have a sixth sense when it comes to women bending forward showing their cleavage, or occasionally a bare breast. Upskirt shots on steps are plentiful here, as well as a number of women and girls who indiscriminately wear dresses and sit with their legs open. I have enough pictures of panties to qualify as having a panty fetish. Just this afternoon at the café, I put the telephoto lens on my Nikon and got a half dozen upskirts from girls sitting on the Spanish Steps. My luck produced a darling young thing going commando. I got a hard-on. It reminded me of Angela raising her skirt for me in the conference room so long ago.
The setting sun was giving the Spanish Steps a reddish-gold hue, so I left the café and walked thirty yards to position myself, along with two other picture takers. As I was centering the shot and adjusting the focus, two gorgeous women, arm-in-arm, began their decent. I was thrilled, as they would be the center piece of the picture. I waited until they were halfway down and took six shots in rapid succession. I refocused at the bottom, waiting for them to re-enter the shot. When they did, I almost dropped the camera. The dark haired beauty centered in my lens was Angela! She and her blond companion turned towards the café. My heart was beating as loudly as a bass drum in a marching band! I got myself together and ran after them, yelling, 'Angela! Angela!' They stopped and turned in my direction. As I got closer a smile of recognition filled Angela's face and caused an ache in my chest. She opened her arms as I reached her and gave me a giant hug.
'Kevin! What are you doing here?' she said after the kiss that followed.
'I'm on vacation, ' I replied, unable to look away from her smoldering brown eyes. 'Do you live in Rome?
'Live and work. I've been here a year.' 'But you left 18 months ago? What happened?' 'It's a long story, but if you have time we could discuss it over dinner. Wait! I'm so rude!' Pointing to the blonde beauty to her right, Angela looked at me. 'Kevin, this is my girlfriend, Isabelle. Her intimate friends call her Bella, ' she laughed. 'Bella, this is Kevin. He's the one I told you about from work.' Bella had medium length, wavy blond hair and huge blue eyes. Bella was the yin to Angela's yang. 'Ciao, ' she said, gently placing her hand in mine. 'Angela has told me all about how helpful you were to her. It's a pleasure to meet you.' Baffled as to her meaning, I managed to respond with a 'Pleased to meet you, too, Bella.' without embarrassing myself.
Getting between Bella and me, Angela linked her arms in ours. She looked at me with the same fire that was in her eyes the last time I saw her. 'Bella and I were going to this cute little place around the corner for dinner. Join us Kevin, I know you're going to love it!' I did love it. The food was great, Italian opera (what else!) played in the background and I had the company of two gorgeous and hot women. Over dinner and dessert Angela explained that she and her husband lasted three months in Paris before she dumped him for good and moved to Rome.
'I came home early one afternoon and found him taking pictures of the naked maid while she was on her knees giving him a blow job. That was the last straw. I threw the bastard out and the next thing I knew I was in Rome.' She was working as a controller for an American company and loved being single again. Six months ago she met Bella and though she had never had a relationship with a woman before, they had fallen in love.
'I've told Bella all about our photo shoot and how hot it got me. Now that you're here, perhaps we could have another. What about shooting Bella and I together?' A lump formed in my pants. 'That would be fantastic, ' I said, trying to keep my voice at a normal pitch. 'I'm going to Pompeii in a few days, but I'll be back in a week.' I tried to sound nonchalant, but I could tell that I wasn't fooling either one of them. Bella put her hand on top of mine, her blue eyes anxious with lust.
'Tonight would be a good night for us. For you too?' My dick was struggling hard to straighten out. 'Yes, yes, ' I stammered. 'It's good for me.' 'Then it's settled, ' interjected Angela. 'Finish your espresso and let's go. Our apartment is a ten minute walk. I'm excited!' My luck was on a roll as Angela and Bella refused to let me pay for dinner. The three of us walked arm-in-arm as Angela recounted the hi-lights of our previous photography session.
'Kevin, I never apologized for leaving you without a goodbye. You really fucked up my final preparations to leave, I'll have you know!' she said with a laugh and a smile.
'I can't believe that. What did I do?' She stopped walking and faced me. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Bella smiling. 'You made me not want to go, but I had to. I wanted to do that again and then have you make love to me. I wasn't lying when I told you that I had never been that excited before. Tonight we can fix that.' I tried to think of something to say, but I was speechless. Angela put her arm back through mine and off went the three musketeers marching to heaven.